Well, here it is. The sequel to Too Late—the final installment of the "I'm Finding It Harder" series, I guess. I think you guys will like it—there's no dialogue, but I think that adds to the effect. Anyway…
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Duh. Also, title and lyric are from "Hallelujah"—the lyrics at the beginning are from the original by Leonard Cohen, and the line at the end is from the new version performed by Rufus Wainwright.
Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed "I'm Finding It Harder…" and "Too Late"—your thoughts mean so much to me! Mmm-wah!
As with the previous two, it's Sky/Z. Oh, it's definitely Sky/Z.
Hallelujah
--I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you--
It seems he can't run fast enough. All those sprints, years of speed training, and it feels like he's moving in slow motion. He can see her ahead of him, a dim beacon in the dark, but does he ever get closer? It doesn't feel like it. He's given up on trying to call her name; for some reason, his mouth opens but no sound comes out.
Fleetingly, he wonders how she can make him feel like this. No one was supposed to make him feel like this. It wasn't part of the plan.
Then again, his plans have been all but destroyed at this point in time.
Maybe, he thinks, it's time for a new plan.
He finally catches up and comes to a stop in front of her, breathing hard. She can only gape at him, shocked, and her mouth opens to ask him what the hell he's doing.
Sky doesn't hesitate this time.
His right hand finds her temple and her face tilts up instinctively, all speech dying on the edges of her lips. He lets himself fall forward.
The sky shifts; their mouths crash. Her body collapses into his arms and he gladly catches her. Her mouth eases open; the bitter words that lie behind her teeth taste sweeter than she intended and he rolls them under his tongue like drops of honey. In turn, she draws holy words from his lips and earthquakes from the muscles in his back. Shivering, he pulls her closer, feeling her fingers tremble as they slip into his hair.
The stars glitter, pale and fragile in the darkness. She murmurs more sugar-words under his tongue.
His hands flow in an invisible indigo script over the lines of her back and the stars lean to the west, yearning for a missing moon.
Ages pass in a matter of minutes, and yet time seems to stand still for them.
Worlds collide. Blue and yellow separate at last. Lungs fill, hearts beat, blood races. His eyes are electric with realized impulse; her swollen mouth glows in the night. The universe has turned inside out and both can see it now—new reality is a strange taste on the tongue.
Their eyes meet, both asking the question. What now?
Z looks up at the dark, moonless sky. The night forms around them and the path is dark.
The two fumble blindly toward home, hands intertwined.
--And every breath we drew was hallelujah--
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